BIG POKEY - Y.s.p. lyrics

rate me

Breaking bricks of cocaine...

Y.S.P. we a team, Southside connected

Wolverines on the rise, and we well respected

Mob Style protected, infested with game

(Breaking bricks of cocaine), and ain't a damn thang changed

We some wolverines, with guilotines chopping the scene

With diamond rings, and living like kings

Putting clips in spleens, on some of the funk that I bring

Brain tumors and body wounds, from AR-15's

Niggaz scream, as soon as I heat em with the beam

We can go head up cause I'm fed up, and we might just triple team

I ain't playing with ya, cause when I get ya I'ma split ya

Pay attention and get the picture, them hollow tips can hit ya

Bit ya, I hope they got a body bag to fit ya

If not, I'm hitting the back streets to get ya

Fuck it, I'm back in my bucket and headed home

Shagging ass in my zone, on the streets of Yellowstone

That's my turf that's my hood, it's understood

Tossing it up, whether I know that it's all good

I wish you would, buy a vest for them niggaz

(Too late Mr. Sweets, buy a chest for them niggaz)

Y.S.P. we a team, packing a beam

Living a dream, everytime I plot I gotta scheme

Getting my cream, me and my six figga nigga team

Down to do some dirt, it's time to be redeemed

Step out on the streets clean, mugs on mean

I'm a million dollar machine, operating for green

Wolverines on the rise, Mob Style and organized

Known for whipping, and flipping cakes and pies

Recognize, a Yellowstone game spitting nigga

Baked up, bricks of cocaine splitting nigga

Hard hitting, hater assassinator

Bitch nigga, exterminating terminator

Loaded cock glocked, with a candy red dot

Busting at any nigga, that wanna get shot

Sixteen to the body, and one to the brain

Breaking bricks of cocaine, (and ain't a damn thang changed)

These niggaz better watch they sweater, cause they call me the chest wetter

Designated ditch digger, with a loaded baretta

Young trend setter, pailing bushes of G's

On my Q's and my P's, 3-60 degrees

Mash with ease, flipping up cassettes and c.d.'s

Trees blown like a breeze, while surrounded with G's

Moving ki's, what you expected we on feet

Mob Style protected, and we slicker than sleet

Release and relief, cause cheaters they get hit with the heat

From your dome to your seat, rapid fire repeat

Game consistent, wrist wear water resistant

Keep a distance from bitch niggaz, cause they flyer than pigeons

Causing collisions, head on in this Southern division

On contracts I discuss, and cause body incisions

Nationality is a fact, that punk shit don't flatter me

Stay strapped 'fore I snap, perform a fatality we on the rise